The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1887-12-27

you do not give it TO me yet,
mamma, but il is my watch"
Eyes, it is your watch. :"
alt is not Francois's watch?"
mo, it is yours; yours only"
Then she has called, in her little
sharp falsetto:
Francois! francois"
He has come. running all the way.
al have u watchr'
As that is something that can not be
eaten and makes no noise. Francois is
satisfied with saying:
Lets see it:'
have taken him in my arms and
have lifted him up SO that he can see it.
The little girl has observed him closely,
looking for his surprise and devourng
her watch all ct once.
Its pretty"
Thereupon, he has clearly manifested
desire to be returned TO the freedom
Of his play, and without further COM
ment he has gone off. My little girl
has remained near Inc, happy and ex-
cited, watching me close my jewel
box; then, suddenly, she has said to
ME:
Mamma, tell me the history of your
watch"
1T has no history, my dear.
'-Oh, yes. it has; every thing has a
history. Grandpa even has q cane
which has history"
Then, SD that she may not be grieved.
| have taken her on my knees, and /
have told her the history of a watch and
of good little girl was the little
girl; she guessed it, and from time to
time laughing with little incredulity,
then:
1T was you all the time, mamma;
you were the good little girl. weren't
youP"
Yes, it was l. sll the time"
"Ah" and then the little girl took
her watch. and the story went on.
When we had finished. she hiss repeat
ed, with an air of convictions:
cit Is my watch"
Then she has sighed, has pressed her
hand strongly on her lips to send Il
kiss to her new friend, and looking at
me still bright and merry:
alt is my treasurer.
"What?"
Shameant to say her treasure.
Eyes. dear angel, it is your treas
urer.' Be happy. my TREASURED"
Never, it seems TO me, have / so
much loved my little blue watch. /
shall wind it every day now. l want
it to be kept going. since it belongs to
my child.
Yesterday Francois coughed, and he
has coughed all of tonight, and find
him very weak. l am very anxious.
Ny boy has been very iii. Heavens,
what hours l have passed. The re-
membrancc of them is too frightful;
do not wish even TO call them TO mind.
But amid indescribable agony, these
dear little beings know how to give us
exquisite joys.
1t was necessary to fight against that
terrible inflammation on the chest with
the most violent means, and when the
doctor ordered a blister it was a fright
full task to make the poor little fellow
accept the painful reality. He was
willing, but his courage would not
come. He besought Heaven loudly,
saying in a narrowing voice:
81 am SO little; oh God, why am l so
sick?''
To hear that, and to be able to do
nothing! l begged him, | implored
him, to let the blister be laid on him.
promised him every thing that came
into my mind, and still he was not will
ing, and his little clenched hands
pushed mine away. But it was neces-
sary, it was urgent. l was in despair;
my little girl prayed in the next room
that Francois would have courage.
Suddenly | heard little scratching at
the door. Then, in a choking voice:
mammal! Mammal
go, open the door, the child is
there, tears running down her cheeks,
but her eyes shining with thought.
Mamma" says she, very fast, task
him if he would like my blue watch"
From his bed the other child had